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She leans into her shoulder, hiding her face.
Inhaling sharply, I let out a low growl, “Such a bad fucking girl.”
My fingers drift further and I sweep them down her slit, only to find she’s absolutely drenched. Her body shudders as she presses backward into me.
“Does it turn you on? All these people. The dark room, flashing lights, no one knows what I’m doing to you right now.” I groan, sliding my fingers inside of her.
A gasp escapes her lips, and there’s no stopping me now. She does something to me, something I can’t put into words. I can’t keep my fucking hands to myself when she’s near me. It’s like it always was, but better, because now? Well, now I don’t hold back.
I slide my fingers in and out of her, pressing my palm to her clit and she rolls her hips forward ever so slightly. Parting my lips, I trace my tongue along her neck, reveling in the way she quivers against me, beneath my touch.
“Come on red,” I whisper, “Let go, no one will know.”
I move in and out of her in tandem with the beat of the music and I feel her legs begin to buckle. She takes a drink of her margarita, trying to keep a straight face, but I know her body, and she’s on the verge.
“Mmm yeah, that’s my fucking girl,” I growl quietly, picking up the pace.
The music thumps, and in the cover of the darkness, no one is any wiser to the fact that she’s coming around my fingers. When she finally stills, I bring my fingers to her mouth and she wraps her lips around them, lapping up her release.
“Want to get a private room?” I whisper.
“A-aren’t those for private dances?” she stammers.
“Not when you own the place.” I smirk. Her eyes meet mine and she nods, biting down on her lower lip. Taking her hand, I lead her through the crowd and back to the furthest room at the back. Room four.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I block out the room turning the light above the door red, and I cut the surveillance feed. No one else needs to see her, she’s for my eyes only.
Chapter twenty-nine
Spencer
The room is dark, lit by only a slow pulsing red light. Travis locks the door behind us and guides me over to a black leather couch in the center of the room. I’m not inexperienced by any means. In fact, I spent the greater part of the last 10 years sleeping with anyone that walked, trying to rid myself of his memory. But I was always left unsatisfied. And Liam, well, he was never adventurous. Not like this.
Travis makes me feel inexperienced. He knows my body in ways I don’t even know it. He knows what makes me tick, what makes me bend. What makes me break. What makes me scream.
Setting our drinks on a nearby table, he sits on the couch, pulling me into his lap. Gathering the length of my dress in one hand, I slide against him, pressing against his thick erection. I just came but I’m aching for more. My nipples are hard, pressing against the cool silk of my dress, and suddenly despite the cool fabric draped across my skin, I’m so fucking hot. Sliding the straps of my dress down, he leans forward, capturing my nipple between his teeth and sucking, rolling his tongue over my pebbled flesh.
His eyes meet mine and I roll my hips again, seeking out any little bit of friction I can get.
“I want you to take what you want tonight red,” he murmurs, kissing up my chest and neck. Nibbling on my skin.
“I- what?” I answer breathlessly as I rub against his thick, hard length chasing my pleasure like a horny teenager.
“You heard me,” he groans as he snakes his hand up my back, gripping the back of my head and moving his lips to mine. “Take what you want from me. Use me.”
My lips move slowly with his, and he slides his tongue into my mouth, rubbing it against mine. The world slows down around me and I roll my hips back and forth faster, sucking his tongue between my lips. It’s slow and torturous and I feel like I’m going to combust.
Reaching between us, I pop the button of his slacks and pull down the zipper. Pulling down the waistband of his boxer briefs, I wrap my hand around his girth, rubbing my thumb across the tip of his cock. Spreading the pre-cum over his piercing, I slide it back and forth and he growls against my lips.
Raising up on my knees, I line him up with my dripping pussy and slowly lower myself onto him, groaning as I take in every inch.
“Oh my god,” I mewl as I slide all the way down his shaft.
“That’s right red, I am your god,” he growls and I swallow every word, devouring the filth that falls from his lips as I roll my hips forward and backward. “But tonight, I’ll be the one doing the worshipping.”
I break the kiss and lean back, gripping onto his shoulders. I slide up and down, moving faster and faster and he digs his fingertips into my hips as he leans forward taking one of my nipples between his teeth.
“Fuck, Travis,” I moan. I’m a mess, I’m coming apart for him. Losing the rhythm, I’m lost chasing my orgasm, fumbling between bouncing up and down and rocking back and forth.